"So I'm really the first lady you've been with?" Jeanette asked."Yep, I think every woman has thought about it. At least we did as best friends," I re...lied."Damn right," Jeanette said.She saw how happy I was with her dad, even if I got pregnant fairly young. I was about 8 weeks pregnant then. About 2 weeks later, I still hadn't heard from my mom. She still had no idea that I was engaged. We had the wedding scheduled for the next weekend. All three of us made a trip back over to her house. I. Jason was very mechanically inclined, always taking something apart and trying to put it back together and he always talked about sex and when he did I listened intently. Jason was 13, I was two years younger. Jason was my encyclopedia of sex, he explained the difference between boys and girls, about cocks and cunts, and it was mind blowing. He told me all about the things you do with girls, fucking, sucking, blow jobs, eating pussy, sucking nipples, squeezing breasts and my mind pictured all. ’ ‘Asshole, she’s not actually going to be there.’ ‘How do you know?’ ”Cause I’m the one who asked her to cook up the novella. Why are you pouting?’ ‘I do a good novella,’ I shuffled my feet and looked at the sidewalk. ‘First of all,’ Molly said, ‘She’s a magnet for trolls. Second of all, she can churn out a decent novella, or enough of it to justify an ad like that, in a day and a half. And third, I’ve seen your work.’ There was a long pause, of the kind that, if we were in a cartoon, would be. I always found these a real turn on. As soon as a large breasted girl walked in , my huge cock would immediately begin to harden. Cathy knew this of course , and after a while it became a little game of ours where when a new girl walked in , she would casually come up to me and rub her hand along my cock to see how hard it was. Depending on the girl and what she was wearing , this would vary between semi-hard and rock like. If it was rock like , she would always make me serve the girl ; she.